I couldn’t seem to help it, I was fantasizing about fucking Steven’s smooth, tight ass.Those two late night visits, there quietly in the dark of m...y bedroom, were the most exciting, most sensual, most pleasurable experiences I had known since I was a teenager. The way he could make me feel, my body trembled and ached for it. I seemed to crave those feelings again, him pleasuring me, and I wanted to pleasure him too. The next day, I got home from work to find Steven over and playing video games. Whilst over a period of five years of our friendship we were carnally acquainted none was more bizarre than the circumstances of our first sexual encounter. Allow me to introduce the characters of this story. Jean Marie (JM) Renard was French, he lived and worked in what, at the time, was West Berlin. Dominique Lagrange was French, she too lived and worked in the same city. Likewise Dominque Lagrange, her husband, was French, he lived and worked in West Berlin. Finally came myself the. This had made me feel sick and empty inside like they had teamed up againstme Tommy I couldn't blame him if he didn't tell me the truth is what k** would turn down something like that, butmy wife I felt like I didn't even know her I felt betrayed. Later that night Tommy came by and as I figured hesaid nothing happened, and that when me and my wife went to bed she acted as if nothing had happen she was justacted normal, I tell her that tomorrow I will take off early from work so we could pick up. You were just thinking about yourself, weren't you?"I nodded my head. I felt awful. I had just horribly disappointed the person I respected and cared for the most. The whole weight of the guilt crashed down on me. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have forgotten that I hadn't made my beloved Mistress come?"I'm afraid," she began, "that we may have to cut our little party short, ladies. It seems my little pet isn't as well trained as I thought she was. The submissive, loving and.